Misery (15 page)

He moved his mouth from her breast to her mouth again. He dove his tongue into her, tasting every corner. He pulled her tongue into this mouth and suckled it like he had done to her breast. He caught her moan in his mouth as she moved her hips upward to the play of his hand. He put another finger into her warmth to bring her heat even faster.

He felt the intensity rising from her body and knew she was close. He pulled back, removing his hand, raising his mouth. He just needed to look at her.

Blindfolded with the blood red scarf, her arms bent, held above her head by the red ribbons to the head board of the large bed, her hair fanned out over the pillows covered in red satin to match the red satin sheets, she was a picture to remember. But beyond was the swollen open mouth with the tongue moving across the lower lip, inviting as she murmured senseless words. Her breasts were pink and brighter in color where he had handled them, her legs open with her hips moving upward. She couldn’t move very far as he had one leg pinned under him, but he was fighting the need to move over her, to enter the receptivity she was throwing as an emotion. .

He lowered his head to lick her neck. She rolled her head to give him room and he was rolling in the emotions from her. He never wanted to leave this room, never to leave these emotions. He could feel the vein, taste the blood through her skin. He moved up to her ear and whispered.

“Misery, Misery, Misery, what do you want me to do?”

* * * *

Her entire body shuddered in need. She wanted him to finish what the hand had started. She felt the muscles still tight from almost reaching a climax, but sitting almost on top was becoming painful. She needed him in her, deep, complete, bringing her to that top, dropping her to fall over.

“Please.” She whimpered.

But he was merciless. “Please what, you must tell me. You must ask for it.” The whisper came with hot breath in her ear that was so good.

“Please, I don’t know what to say. Please, I need you.” She knew she was sobbing. Tears were caught in the blindfold, held damply against her temples.

The hot breath still was at her ear. “It is simple. Say,
make me yours, Decimus.”

She gasped and bit her lower lip, then moaned louder as his hand reached down to circle her swollen nub. She tried to move her hips so that he would touch the right spot, but he had her in his control. She sobbed again.

“Misery, you are tied up in my bed, at my command. Say it.” The whisper was harsh.

Oh yes, she was tied, blindfolded. It all felt so good. She knew she might regret it sometime, but not now. Now she wanted what fit at this moment. With a voice that was almost a whisper, she finally said what he wanted, what she wanted. She had no doubt what these words meant.

“Decimus, make me yours.”

She felt the weight of him as he rolled over, used his hands to push her legs apart. She felt him bringing his large erection against her, the place already wet from where his fingers had worked her carefully. He was large. The top of his cock pushed against her and for a second, her body rebelled. But only for short time. As if recognizing something it wanted, her muscles relaxed and he gained entrance.

There was a slight pain as he got his first entrance, but she came immediately. The explosion of orgasm eclipsed everything. The next she knew he was pushing farther into her, with her body accepting him, enjoying him, muscles within her convulsing around him, pulling him in farther.

Through a haze she heard him groan with pleasure. She knew it was the emotions she was sending him, as his body enjoyed what he was getting from her in more ways than any mortal lover had ever received.

What
she
was getting was her muscles beginning to tighten around him. He pushed in, pulled back out. The play around her raw nerve that he had brought alive was now heated to a point that she couldn’t believe. She pushed her legs up and wrapped her heels around him to give better contact. She felt the friction start to build up of another climax. She had no thoughts, just reactions. It was so good she didn’t question but just pushed. She moved with him as he shoved in, deeper to a point where she felt him pushing against her womb. She felt a point of reaction that seemed to burn up inside, as he drove out, then in to rub that spot deep in her. Never had any previous experiences with men resulted in finding that g-spot. She must have screamed as she came, because her throat hurt as she gulped air back into her lungs.

Finally she felt him reaching his peak, to release his seeds and need. She felt his hot breath at her ear, down her neck. Just as he sent his seeds, he bit down on the vein. She moaned as molten gold moved down inside her neck to her breasts, flashed through the tips. The passage of the erotic flow went past to her stomach, already tight, but the added passion brought a type of pleasure that was pain. It hit her where they were connected, then she remembered nothing more.

The smell of toast woke her up and she rolled over. She was in the bedroom facing the water. She sat up looking at Deck who was carrying a tray. He set down it down carefully on the stand next to the bed.

“I fixed hot tea on a gas camp stove. The storm is still pushing inland and has knocked out the power. I can start the backup generator if we need it.” He set the tray down and stepped back, watching her carefully.

She decided she was definitely hungry. She hung her feet over the side of the bed and found that she was naked. She looked down, looked at Deck, pulled the sheet up under her arms and reached for the toast. Deck poured hot tea into a cup. She looked at the tray. There was cream and sugar, which she added so that she could gratefully sip the warm brew. It tasted like the best liquid she had ever tasted.

“Are you okay?” Deck was watching her closely as he asked the question. She looked at him over the rim of the cup. She knew he was waiting for her emotions to answer the question, rather than her words, but she went ahead to assure him anyways.

“I am fine, as you can feel.” She ate some toast as she sipped on the tea, looking at him as he watched her. She wondered how long she had to make him wait, before telling him what he wanted to hear.

“Do you need anything else?” Deck asked as he picked up the tray once she was finished. He looked down at her with that face that showed no emotions.

“Well, I guess I need clothes, because if I remember right, there is not much left of the ones I had on last night.”

He nodded once and turned to leave the room but her voice stopped him before.

“Oh, one other thing, do you have any more red ribbons?” She turned around and lay down on the bed where she couldn’t see him. She heard the tray as it hit the floor just before he was on her. She gave his stony face a big smile.

Epilogue

Deck had told her about Alex, about the fact that his good looks his beauty, had reminded Deck of a painting from his childhood. Deck was right. The nightwalker Alex was the most striking person she had ever seen. Better than any movie star or anyone on the front of the best beefcake magazine.

But it was obvious he had eyes for only one woman, and she had him wrapped around her little finger.

It didn’t take Mis long to embrace the two women who had the same blood as she had. After a couple of days rest in the home on the lake in New Orleans, she was down in the hidden lab with the computers. It wasn’t long until she was on her back, tearing wires out, asking someone to hand her tools.

She was pleased and amazed that no matter what she requested, someone was running to hand it to her. She had asked for some boards that would have been difficult to get under normal circumstances. Within a half hour someone was tearing open a box, handing them to her.

She pushed her hair out of her eyes, the wisps that escaped the long ponytail. She saw the large shape of Deck watching her like a hawk. He made sure that she had everything she wanted, but she also noted that he often stepped between some of the men, preferring to hand her items himself. He was clear that he wasn’t happy to have some of the males near her. She realized that some of the workers were mortals but some were nightwalkers. It was the nightwalkers that he didn’t want near her. Okay, he was jealous. She found that a nice warm feeling.

This was when she met Lord Alex, as she heard the voice with authority but humor. “So this is where I have lost my shadow. To a computer geek.” She raised up and knew immediately who the blond giant was. She held her breath, not sure what to say, since she was on the ground she couldn’t very well bow or anything.

Deck stood up straight, still several inches taller than the gorgeous blond. “I am always at your service,” Deck announced in his serious monotone.

To her surprise the blond knelt down on his heels to hold out his hand. “I am Alex
—
welcome to the family.”

She dusted her hand off on her jeans and slowly took his. To her surprise, he brought her knuckles to his lips. She saw Deck move slightly behind him.

He smiled broadly. “Don’t pay any attention to the big gorilla in the room
—
he is very possessive isn’t he? The first few years we were together, I kept finding him whenever I went to the bathroom. So I am grateful to you that he now has someone to share his time with.”

She could not help but smile back and allow him to help her to her feet. “So my lady tells me when you get done rebuilding this, we can help NASA on their next project. What do you hope to accomplish?”

She looked from this Adonis to Deck. She then looked at the guts of the boards she was building.

“Well, I guess I will be helping to break some laws, because we will be able to go into some very important data files, like all types of government data files that keep secret records on people. You know, Interpol and CIA and those types. So we can look for people with strange blood serums. We can check records on strange people who disappear in a burst of dust.” She raised her eyebrows and put her hands on her hips. She almost dared him to question her.

“Don’t worry, little one, I won’t interfere. First of all my female wouldn’t leave me with any rest. Deck insists that everything you want is what you will get.”

He turned and made ready to leave. “Deck, we need to have a meeting about whoever it is that is chasing the serum illegally. Also, you need to tell me why the hell you have a red ribbon tied around your wrist.” He turned to Misery, nodded and left.

Deck stepped forward and pulled her up, giving her a deep kiss. She knew he felt the emotions she gave him with the kiss. He undid the ribbon and tied it around her wrist in a promise before he left the room.

About the Author

Many would call M. Garnet one of those
Grande Dames
who has led a long and exciting life and must now sit in comfort with a secret smile as those around her are extremely polite and careful with their language and sexual innuendos.

Married 31 years to a Soldier of Fortune (oops, we were not supposed to tell anyone what he did, but he is dead now so what the hell), her lovers included a professional golfer, a highly successful nightclub owner, and of course a sports bookie. She has traveled to most countries and still plays poker, but now she prefers it from her small office, surrounded by her Mac, her PC and her flat screen Sony with Cayo, her King Charles Spaniel, begging for attention.

Her long and interesting life, starting as a child on an old fashion farm in Kentucky, tours through foundries and automobile assembly plants, running a International Engineering Consulting Company, has all given her a wealth of detail to draw from to add to the background of the stories she puts on her ‘puters. Visit her on www.mgarnet.com.

She can be reached at
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